PHQ-Nickname: hollow
Halfquake: Radical Perfection
Level: 21
Total kills: 711,304
Birthday: September 25th 1985
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Mood: | depressive |
Type: | Story |
Added: | February 21st 2005, 03:40:37 |
Visits: | 1233 |
Rating: | Not rated yet. |
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Now look, said the doctor, have some medicine, get rid of that bronchitis. Now look, go to walgreens, get some pills. It ' s not so hard; you should have those joints looked at, guy. Be kind, he wanted to say. He was about to console me, say it was going to be all better. Don ' t sweat it out, I didn ' t hear, someday you ' ll laugh about this.
All you ' re doing, is paying for all the fun you ' re going to have, so you don ' t have to later. So you ' ll have character when you get it. So, he said (I think), you will appreciate it. You used to think it was funny people might feel down or tired. Now would you like someone else to think that? It ' s making you a better person. Don ' t be a sore sport. He was concerned, maybe. Don ' t let it worry you. Don ' t chain yourself to anything, and remember to keep your fingernails clean.
He had already left, and now he stopped his not talking prattle. I still wish he had explained the shadows in my room, that they must have had troubled childhoods, they only want attention. Tell my roommates to stop saying they can ' t hear the strange noises too. It worries me. |
TheAwake February 22nd 2005, 19:03:08
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Neat. A story after all? |
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